Page 36 of Captured

His words were so rough it sounded like his throat was full of rubble, but it didn’t matter. His tongue swiped through her folds, sending her head slamming back into the wall as her body tried to lurch away from the sensation. It was too much, too quick, and more of her fluids rushed out to drip down his chest.

Rubbing his face back and forth, Gra’ar spread her wider and thrust his tongue into her, his hands supporting her ass while her legs draped over his shoulders. She was barely lucid enough to avoid his wings, the way he made her legs twitch threatening to cause her to kick them by accident. When his lips moved up to the little bud at the apex she lost all control, thrashing in his hold despite trying to keep still.

She’d never gone over the edge so fast, but Gra’ar wasn’t letting up. As the sensations tipped toward too much, she tried to use her hold on his horns to push him away, but she might as well have been trying to shove the wall. His only acknowledgment was a low growl that vibrated into her center and ratcheted up the tightness building between her legs once again.

Before she could reach the peak he finally pulled his head away, leaving her the one growling as she gave his horns a yank. He smirked up at her, the last of his golden irises swallowed by the black of his pupils. He was nothing but darkness now, a shadow demon made solid to torment her.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you? Or should I go back to what I was doing?”

He scraped his teeth along the inside of her thigh, sending a shudder through her frame. A steady stream of slick dripped from her core, satisfaction growing in her when she noticed it glistening on his chest, but she was torn. She wanted both, just like she wanted a taste of the alpha under her as well. Impatience for all of it made it impossible to choose.

Growling and writhing her hips, her legs twitched as his breath ghosted over her sensitive folds. Her clit throbbed with the denied orgasm, and she knew she only needed a little more to find release again. Struggling to form a cohesive thought, she pulled on his horns to move him closer to her middle again.

“You can fuck me with more than your cock. Finish what you started.”

He hummed at her demand, teeth moving to nibble along the edges of her lower lips. The tiny spikes of pain were soothed with licks from his agile tongue, keeping her balanced on the cusp.

Growing desperate, Flea tried to force him where she needed but he managed to dance away from each buck of her hips until she moaned his name.

“Gra’ar.”

His chuckle was almost enough to bring her release but it cut off too soon. Tongue moving closer but still avoiding her entrance and her clit, he tortured her.

“Suck it or I won’t suck yours!”

The words burst from her in a vicious command. Eyes tipping up to hold hers, he froze with his mouth poised over her desperate nub.

“Oh, yes you will.”

The rumble of his thick voice had her flesh quivering before his lips even touched it. Latching onto the little pearl, he sucked so hard she whined in pain before a flick of his tongue shattered her. Core clenching, slick pouring from her opening, Flea rode his face as she threw her head back and screamed. It was the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

But she knew it wasn’t the last.

Her body sagged as her release faded, Gra’ar’s hands sliding up her sides to grip beneath her arms as he swung her around and lowered her to the floor. He gave her core a few more slow, lingering licks before crawling up to cover her body. When he dipped his head to claim her lips she didn’t even think about resisting, arms tangling around his neck and fingers burrowing into his hair.

“Now I believe there was something about you sucking mine?”

Flea shivered at the suggestion in his tone, suddenly hungry to get her mouth on him. Releasing his silky hair, she pushed on his shoulders to make him sit up, wriggling her legs from beneath him. Gaze raking down his chiseled stomach, it caught on his bobbing erection, the tip gleaming with a dribble of what he had to offer.

Licking her lips, she didn’t hesitate to lean down and lap up the next bead of fluid to escape his tip. Rich and salty, the taste of him burst across her tongue, pulling a moan from her as she tried to wrap one hand around his base while bracing herself with the other.

Opening her jaw wider, she engulfed the tip of him with her mouth, sealing her lips beneath the rim and running her tongue along the seam to give her another taste. Gra’ar rumbled above her, his groan half feral as his hands slipped into her locks. Though she could feel the way his muscles tensed, he didn’t press her down, leaving her to take her time and go at her own pace.

Humming her pleasure, Flea flattened her tongue along the bottom of him and took him deeper, pulling her hand up at the same time. She could feel little bumps and ridges she hadn’t seen in the candlelight, making her core clench as she imagined what they’d feel like inside. Curious as she was, she was too hungry to taste more of him to give up her treat just yet.

Bobbing her head and stroking the rest of his length with her hand, she set to work milking him. Her belly was empty and there was nothing that could sate it except this massive alpha’s release. She was going to drink down every drop before letting him fill the other aching emptiness inside her.

Gra’ar’s groans and grunts urged her on, his grip in her hair growing tighter as his thighs twitched. She knew he wanted to take control and use her, but he never went beyond adding a little pressure to the back of her head when she took him to the back of her throat. Her jaw grew sore, lips going numb, but still she continued.

Flea knew he was getting close when his hips began to buck up each time she bobbed down. Tightening her hold on his shaft, she grinned around the thickness in her mouth when he hissed and raked his nails along her scalp. She was tempted to do as he’d done and stop with him on edge, but she wanted his release just as much as he did.

The first spray hit the back of her throat and she tightened her lips. Switching to shallow motions she massaged his tip with her tongue, swallowing down each drop of his seed as his release continued to flood her mouth. Even once it’d tapered off to little more than a few drops she continued to suck and pull, wanting more despite the comfortable warmth in her belly.

“Enough.”

Gra’ar’s snarl only made her grin, but he used his grip in her hair to pull her away. His eyes were narrowed when she raised hers to meet them, his jaw clenched as his chest heaved. Seeing what she’d done to him gave her a sense of power she’d never felt before, and for a moment she considered leaning back down to do it all over again.

She didn’t get the chance since he threw her onto her back, gripping her legs and pulling them open before she caught her breath. His head was between her thighs again, tongue lapping at her entrance, making her writhe. Opening her mouth to complain that wasn’t what she wanted any longer, she was cut off as two thick fingers thrust inside her.

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